Lyrics

Walk a mile in these Louboutins

But they don't wear these shits where I'm from

I'm not hating, I'm just telling you

I'm tryna to let you know what the fuck that I've been through

Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt

Sugar cane, back lanes, three jobs took years to save

But I got a ticket on that plane

People got a lot to say, but don't know shit 'bout where I was made

Or how many floors that I had to scrub just to make it past where I am from

No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami

No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami

No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami

(Sixteen in the middle of Miami)

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich

I've been work, work, work, work

Workin' on my shit

Milked the whole game twice

Gotta get it how I live

I've been work, work, work, work

Workin' on my shit

Now get this work

Now get this work

Now get this work

Now get this work

Workin' on my shit

You can hate it or love it

Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I'm trusting

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